The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

85. Chen Qingxuan’s Diagnosis

Translator: Iris Guo

“I don’t know. I’ve had a stomachache.” said A’Chou weakly while leaning against Mrs. Chen’s body and following her into the house. “Since… last night.”

“Why didn’t you go downhill earlier to see a doctor?” Mrs. Chen was so worried that she spoke louder, “You’re too sick to walk, but what about your family? They don’t care at all? And they even let you go downhill alone?”

A’Chou hastened to shake her head: “No… It’s not like that. I didn’t tell him. He… didn’t know.”

“Ah!” Mrs. Chen was both angry and distressed. She helped A’Chou into the room, specially put a cushion on A’Chou’s seat, and continued: “You sit here, and I’ll ask Qingxuan to come over and check on you. He learnt medicine from doctors when he was a child. Although he didn’t complete the studies, he is almost a doctor.”

“Thank you very much, Ma’am.” said A’Chou while panting.

Mrs. Chen walked in the study hurriedly. After a while, Chen Qingxuan followed her out with a small wooden medicine box. Then, he put the box on the table and opened it up, and A’Chou saw various tools such as a mat for pulse-taking and silver needles.

“When did the stomachache start?” Chen Qingxuan sat down next to A’Chou, put the mat on the table, and checked her face, “Can you describe the pain? And Put your hand on the mat.”

“It started before last night, and it wasn’t that much at… the beginning, but it got so much worse after midnight that I couldn’t sleep.” whispered A’Chou while putting her hand on the mat. Then, she frowned and continued: “I don’t know how to describe it. There’s just a lot of pain, and my stomach churns.”

Chen Qingxuan put his fingers on A’Chou’s thin wrist for a while. Then, he withdrew his hand and looked at her while biting his tongue.

“What…What’s wrong with me?” A’Chou compressed her lips and asked timidly.

Chen Qingxuan looked at A’Chou’s sweaty face, said nothing, lowered his head, and put his medicine box away.

“What on earth is going on?” whispered Mrs. Chen. She worried when Chen Qingxuan stayed silent, “Qingxuan, is she okay?”

“Grandma, come with me.” Chen Qingxuan didn’t answer her but walked in the study with his box.

“… Oh, okay.” Mrs. Chen looked at A’Chou confusedly, followed Chen Qingxuan into the study, and closed the door.

A’Chou was sitting alone in the main hall and staring at the door. Her mind was blank. Her first thought was she must have a severe illness and might die. If she died, how could Zhong Mingwei live on his own?

Who would cook for him, wipe him clean, and massage his body? Who would care that a middle-aged man had a sweet tooth?

Moreover, who would celebrate his birthday and spend time making longevity noodles for him?

He never poured out his heart to anyone. Who would know that he had a tender heart and needed to be taken care of?

…

“Girl, why are you crying?” When Mrs. Chen pushed the door open, she saw tears course down A’Chou’s sweaty cheeks. A’Chou’s face was extremely wet, and her eyes were horrifically red. Mrs. Chen hastened to grab A’Chou’s hand: “Girl, take it easy. You’re fine, for sure!”

A’Chou was still sobbing. She didn’t feel the stomachache anymore because her heart really ached.

“Girl, you’re fine, seriously! It’s just that you’ve reached the age of puberty.” Mrs. Chen hastened to explain.

“Puberty?” A’Chou was stunned and stared at Mrs. Chen with red eyes, “What’s that?”

“You didn’t know? Your family never told you about this?” Mrs. Chen frowned and found it ridiculous, “Girl, how old are you?”